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[belligerentwarrior]

WHO: Freya, Pen, Luna, Felicia; others added as needed
WHERE: Campground, outskirts of Recolle, beginning of the road to Magatus
WHEN: May 20th
WHAT: Freya turns into Ragnarok, and Ragnarok is not friendly.
WARNINGS: Violence


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One arrow. Another. The next.

They came slower once Freya had sorted out her feelings about the cursed mark, but they still came. Every week, more of that reddening eye stared back at her in the mirror. It was thoughts of Ryoji, both of his monstrous side and his return from death that kept Freya sane.

But those thoughts didn't dismiss the fear of the creature that awaited her, or her other self's despise and heart-wrenching pity for the soulless things. She could put on a brave face all she wanted, but with each passing day, the hope that this time would be different from her other self's world--that the Brand wouldn't work how it should--became harder and harder to muster.

When a spasm rippled through her shoulder and the Brand burned, Freya knew her time was up, and the fear packed beneath the surface burst through to seize her. That was all the invitation the Brand needed. Ragnarok had come.


[Penelope - Morning]

The paint can clattered to dirt as Freya clutched her right shoulder, fingers clutching at the skin through the fabric as though she could suppress the Brand's blazing light if she just pressed hard enough.

"No," was out of her mouth before she could stop it, somewhere between forceful and quiet, and several more desperately murmured no followed as Freya fell to a knee. Not here. Not now, not where Pen could see, their little pact about Freya's curse be damned. She was lucky, probably, for this to happen at the camp grounds, away from the city, but...

A little more time. Just a little more time.

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[belligerentwarrior]

The fight certainly wasn't hard to find. The Beowolves kept a jagged, cautious ring around the orange and black, vaguely human-shaped creature in the center. It stood hunched over, a heavy tail waving behind it, waiting for the next monster to move.

Two did, this time. The Beowolves charged, and once in striking range, Ragnarok punched one into the other. As the two monsters tumbled on the ground, Ragnarok pounced and flipped, bringing that strangely ornate tail down on the two like a mace.

With a scream, they melted into the same black motes the other Recolle monsters did. None of the combatants had noticed Luna yet.

[chaoticwhimsy]

Luna winced when the two monsters were killed. She didn't really care about them, but it was never fun watching anything die. And then she teleported a bit closer, to a tree near and above the fighting, crouching down on the branch to try and get a better look at the monster that was clearly winning this fight.

She'd never seen anything like it, yet there was a vague sense of...something. Familiarity? No, that couldn't have been it. But what was it...

Unfortunately, while she was looking, one of the beowolfs spotted her, and let out a howl as it stared up at her. Well crap.

[belligerentwarrior]

That howl was time not spent watching Ragnarok; the creature smashed a fist straight into the Beowolf's skull, disintegrating it, then roared as another of the pack latched onto Ragnarok's back.

The Cie'th thrashed, managing to catch the Beowolf's hind leg and swung the creature around violently--and tossed it at Luna. The howl had alerted Ragnarok to her presence, too; she was living. That made her as much of a target as the other beasts.