How unexpected. Kiyoiri blinks briefly in shock, but there isn't much time before the cyclone makes itself apparent to her. Beckoning, bristling, swirling-
'You Know'. (Ah. Well, her message was received then.) 'Join with me.' (Is that what the cyclone is? Is this one person? One being? Idly her mind goes to people that had to be fought- all repeating, repeating...)
'Share your pain.'
There is one thing, helping to slow the pull- (as the prompt strikes at her, she can remember Nightingale's teachings, and the teachings of so many others. She swore not to cause an End. No more of that. No more. A Doctor doesn't bring Pain. If she shares anything it cannot be that-)
Two things- (Van Gogh has not quite changed focus, but her perogative is clear. Protect the 'Master'. Streaks of paint flash through the sky, but more importantly she activates the second of her skills- 'Het Gele Huis: The Yellow House'- while it's unlikely that it will have much effect on any defenses Chaos bears, it'll at least bolster Kiyoiri's own.)
Three- (The core of her soul, her Origin, was 'Opposition'. She refuses to spread pain. But....)
Kiyoiri walks forward. One step after the other, slowly toward the cyclone. It would be so easy, for someone to pull her back right now. She's one small girl, with no power of her own...except to take what's turned upon her, and try to change it, however slightly. "You already have so much pain," she murmurs as she walks. "What if I shared something else?"
(Everything was gone. The world erased, disappeared, reduced to nothing, but- If they forgot how to smile, how to be kind, if they let their pain overtake them, how could they bring everything back at all the same? If she must share anything, she wants to share how they Coped.)
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How unexpected. Kiyoiri blinks briefly in shock, but there isn't much time before the cyclone makes itself apparent to her. Beckoning, bristling, swirling-
'You Know'. (Ah. Well, her message was received then.) 'Join with me.' (Is that what the cyclone is? Is this one person? One being? Idly her mind goes to people that had to be fought- all repeating, repeating...)
'Share your pain.'
There is one thing, helping to slow the pull- (as the prompt strikes at her, she can remember Nightingale's teachings, and the teachings of so many others. She swore not to cause an End. No more of that. No more. A Doctor doesn't bring Pain. If she shares anything it cannot be that-)
Two things- (Van Gogh has not quite changed focus, but her perogative is clear. Protect the 'Master'. Streaks of paint flash through the sky, but more importantly she activates the second of her skills- 'Het Gele Huis: The Yellow House'- while it's unlikely that it will have much effect on any defenses Chaos bears, it'll at least bolster Kiyoiri's own.)
Three- (The core of her soul, her Origin, was 'Opposition'. She refuses to spread pain. But....)
Kiyoiri walks forward. One step after the other, slowly toward the cyclone. It would be so easy, for someone to pull her back right now. She's one small girl, with no power of her own...except to take what's turned upon her, and try to change it, however slightly. "You already have so much pain," she murmurs as she walks. "What if I shared something else?"
(Everything was gone. The world erased, disappeared, reduced to nothing, but- If they forgot how to smile, how to be kind, if they let their pain overtake them, how could they bring everything back at all the same? If she must share anything, she wants to share how they Coped.)