Warnings: implement (non lethal), pulling out impaling object, fire, hospitals, human experimemts, guns, shooting a child Themes: friendship, battle, rage
Memory One The scene is a rooftop - a large one. A large group of men wearing white robes and hoods are approaching, but you laugh as you rain fire down on them all. The metal in your hands is almost cold, a stark contrast to the great heat coming from its end. You're holding a flamethrower, expanding your flames to great length.
From the corner of your eye, you can see the other members of Rhodes Island on this mission. A young women with brown hair and long rabbit-like ears on top of her head, throwing down some sort of black energy at the men in white. A woman with feathers sticking out of her hair and a large brown wing taking place of an arm, commanding small flying drones. A woman with purple hair and dragon-like horns, wielding a sword that slices down half a dozen men with a single slash. A tall woman with long green hair and an oni-like single horn, wielding a large triangular shield, holding back the-
Suddenly, a pain blossoms in your side. You don't even know what it is, but your flames stop for a moment as the pain and confusion washes over you. What was...?
"They have a sniper!" you hear over the radio earpiece. "Doctor, they've hit Ifrit!" You recognize the voice as Silence. Silence sounds worried. It almost feels good to have somebody fuss over you. Ah, but it's not really the time for that?
"It's crossbows. They've somehow set up crossbows in sniping positions." The voice is stern, no-nonsense... Ch'en?
And then the voice of the Doctor. "Silence, deploy a drone to cover Ifrit. Ifrit, how are you holding up?" Their voice is concerned. Ha, Doctor too?
In response to Doctor's question, you finally look down. There is... definitely a crossbow bolt sticking into your side. Blood has seeped through your black shirt and into the white dress worn over it.
Well, you don't want to disappoint anybody. "This? This is nothing to the great Ifrit!" With a shaking hand not quite as firm as your voice, you grasp the bolt and yank it out. As you do, the bolt burns, leaving nothing but ash behind. "But I'll burn them all to cinders for it!"
You aim your flamethrower. You can see the enemy commander grinning. You'll wipe that grin right off his face, too. Let's see you smile when you're burning to a crisp...!
Memory Two You are younger here - or smaller at any rate, as obvious from the scale of everything you are seeing. You are sitting up in what resembles a hospital bed. The back end of the bed is inclined steeply so that you can lean back against it. You're wearing what passes for a hospital outfit as well, resembling modern ones but crossing over the front like a yukata.
The room is very obviously not a normal hospital room though. It has full glass walls on two sides, and visible outside of it are large numbers of people in lab coats walking about and no patients. This is a research lab, not a hospital, and you are what is being researched.
Next to you is Silence, a woman wearing large glasses and a lab coat, with feathers coming from her hair and one arm replaced by a bird's wing. In her human arm, she's holding a book, reading a novel about an ancient legend. You are listening with rapt attention, but Silence stops, and closes the book.
"Ifrit," she begins, but is quickly interrupted.
"Hey, hey hey, why'd you stop?" It's a question, the tone isn't demanding, not really.
"I.... have something I wanted to give you."
That is not an answer that you had been expecting. You've only ever received one single gift before in yojr life - the book Silence had just been reading. "Really!? Like... like a gift!?" Excitement is obvious in your voice. Was it.... another book? Something cooler!?
Silence nods, setting the book aside. "It's probably not as exciting as whatever you're imagining." Despite that, you feel no less excited, she soldiers on. "Among Liberi," she says, meaning her race - the people who have characteristics of birds, "there's a tradition of presenting the people you're closest to with a feather. So that they always carry a piece of you with them."
You gasp. "Like... like Saria?"
Another voice pipes up. "That's right." From the entrance of your room, the door opens and the guard stationed outside enters. Well, she's more than just a guard. She's a researcher, too, and also in charge of security. A tall woman, very well-muscled, with four dragon-like horns on her head. Saria.
Saria reaches to her side, and shows the large brown feather dangling from her belt. It was the proof of the relationship between herself and Silence.
Silence nods. Then she reaches with her human arm to her wing, and gently grips one of the smaller feathers from it. With a tug, she pulls it free, doing her best to conceal her wince as she does. "Ifrit," she says, "I'd like you to have this." As you take the feather, wide-eyed and full of gratitude, Silence continues, "Now, I'll always be with you."
Memory Three Ifrit's eyes are shut tight. In her head, her thoughts are racing.
The painful experiments make me sick. The stares of the people in white coats makes me sick. This place makes me sick.
Outside her thoughts, she knows they're all watching. She had heard them call her a monster.
All it would take is one flame, one lick hot enough, and all their disgusting eyes, all those white walls stinking of disinfectant, would go up in smoke.
Ifrit hears a scream. Her eyes open, and... the hallway had been full of white. White walls, white floors, white ceiling. The people in the hallway all wore white coats. Now, everything was bathed in orange.
It is on fire. It is all on fire.
"Monster!" she hears somebody shout. She sees somebody, a woman in a white coat, pointing with a trembling hand. At Ifrit.
I'm not! I'm not a monster! Ifrit tries to cry out, but.... her voice didn't reach outside of her own head. What did come out was a scream. A raw, primal scream. Of rage, of sadness, Ifrit doesn't even know, but it is coming from her.
She didn't know when it had happened, but she had lost control. She was... nothing but a passenger in her own body.
She sees more flames appear, the walls in front of her covered in flames. The people around her are either running or are too frightened to. Ifrit sees a shape move, something in the flames behind her, but large enough to come into her field of view. A... demon. A monster, made of the flames she had somehow conjured.
She saw it, then. Somebody not running away, but running towards her. She recognized Saria, the woman who had always taken care of her, along with Silence. Saria would...
Sari.... save.... them....
In her thoughts, she begs Saria to stop her. To save... those people... the ones who had called her a monster, the ones who hated her. But Ifrit didn't want them to die.
Saria raises something. It is a gun. A semi-automatic, Ifrit recognizes vaguely.
Flames shoot out towards Saria, but before they could reach her, pain blossoms all across Ifrit's body. A sharp, intense pain beyond even most of the experiments they had run on her. Saria had shot her.
Ifrit | Emily2
Themes: friendship, battle, rage
Memory One The scene is a rooftop - a large one. A large group of men wearing white robes and hoods are approaching, but you laugh as you rain fire down on them all. The metal in your hands is almost cold, a stark contrast to the great heat coming from its end. You're holding a flamethrower, expanding your flames to great length.
From the corner of your eye, you can see the other members of Rhodes Island on this mission. A young women with brown hair and long rabbit-like ears on top of her head, throwing down some sort of black energy at the men in white. A woman with feathers sticking out of her hair and a large brown wing taking place of an arm, commanding small flying drones. A woman with purple hair and dragon-like horns, wielding a sword that slices down half a dozen men with a single slash. A tall woman with long green hair and an oni-like single horn, wielding a large triangular shield, holding back the-
Suddenly, a pain blossoms in your side. You don't even know what it is, but your flames stop for a moment as the pain and confusion washes over you. What was...?
"They have a sniper!" you hear over the radio earpiece. "Doctor, they've hit Ifrit!" You recognize the voice as Silence. Silence sounds worried. It almost feels good to have somebody fuss over you. Ah, but it's not really the time for that?
"It's crossbows. They've somehow set up crossbows in sniping positions." The voice is stern, no-nonsense... Ch'en?
And then the voice of the Doctor. "Silence, deploy a drone to cover Ifrit. Ifrit, how are you holding up?" Their voice is concerned. Ha, Doctor too?
In response to Doctor's question, you finally look down. There is... definitely a crossbow bolt sticking into your side. Blood has seeped through your black shirt and into the white dress worn over it.
Well, you don't want to disappoint anybody. "This? This is nothing to the great Ifrit!" With a shaking hand not quite as firm as your voice, you grasp the bolt and yank it out. As you do, the bolt burns, leaving nothing but ash behind. "But I'll burn them all to cinders for it!"
You aim your flamethrower. You can see the enemy commander grinning. You'll wipe that grin right off his face, too. Let's see you smile when you're burning to a crisp...!
Memory Two You are younger here - or smaller at any rate, as obvious from the scale of everything you are seeing. You are sitting up in what resembles a hospital bed. The back end of the bed is inclined steeply so that you can lean back against it. You're wearing what passes for a hospital outfit as well, resembling modern ones but crossing over the front like a yukata.
The room is very obviously not a normal hospital room though. It has full glass walls on two sides, and visible outside of it are large numbers of people in lab coats walking about and no patients. This is a research lab, not a hospital, and you are what is being researched.
Next to you is Silence, a woman wearing large glasses and a lab coat, with feathers coming from her hair and one arm replaced by a bird's wing. In her human arm, she's holding a book, reading a novel about an ancient legend. You are listening with rapt attention, but Silence stops, and closes the book.
"Ifrit," she begins, but is quickly interrupted.
"Hey, hey hey, why'd you stop?" It's a question, the tone isn't demanding, not really.
"I.... have something I wanted to give you."
That is not an answer that you had been expecting. You've only ever received one single gift before in yojr life - the book Silence had just been reading. "Really!? Like... like a gift!?" Excitement is obvious in your voice. Was it.... another book? Something cooler!?
Silence nods, setting the book aside. "It's probably not as exciting as whatever you're imagining." Despite that, you feel no less excited, she soldiers on. "Among Liberi," she says, meaning her race - the people who have characteristics of birds, "there's a tradition of presenting the people you're closest to with a feather. So that they always carry a piece of you with them."
You gasp. "Like... like Saria?"
Another voice pipes up. "That's right." From the entrance of your room, the door opens and the guard stationed outside enters. Well, she's more than just a guard. She's a researcher, too, and also in charge of security. A tall woman, very well-muscled, with four dragon-like horns on her head. Saria.
Saria reaches to her side, and shows the large brown feather dangling from her belt. It was the proof of the relationship between herself and Silence.
Silence nods. Then she reaches with her human arm to her wing, and gently grips one of the smaller feathers from it. With a tug, she pulls it free, doing her best to conceal her wince as she does. "Ifrit," she says, "I'd like you to have this." As you take the feather, wide-eyed and full of gratitude, Silence continues, "Now, I'll always be with you."
Memory Three Ifrit's eyes are shut tight. In her head, her thoughts are racing.
The painful experiments make me sick. The stares of the people in white coats makes me sick. This place makes me sick.
Outside her thoughts, she knows they're all watching. She had heard them call her a monster.
All it would take is one flame, one lick hot enough, and all their disgusting eyes, all those white walls stinking of disinfectant, would go up in smoke.
Ifrit hears a scream. Her eyes open, and... the hallway had been full of white. White walls, white floors, white ceiling. The people in the hallway all wore white coats. Now, everything was bathed in orange.
It is on fire. It is all on fire.
"Monster!" she hears somebody shout. She sees somebody, a woman in a white coat, pointing with a trembling hand. At Ifrit.
I'm not! I'm not a monster! Ifrit tries to cry out, but.... her voice didn't reach outside of her own head. What did come out was a scream. A raw, primal scream. Of rage, of sadness, Ifrit doesn't even know, but it is coming from her.
She didn't know when it had happened, but she had lost control. She was... nothing but a passenger in her own body.
She sees more flames appear, the walls in front of her covered in flames. The people around her are either running or are too frightened to. Ifrit sees a shape move, something in the flames behind her, but large enough to come into her field of view. A... demon. A monster, made of the flames she had somehow conjured.
She saw it, then. Somebody not running away, but running towards her. She recognized Saria, the woman who had always taken care of her, along with Silence. Saria would...
Sari.... save.... them....
In her thoughts, she begs Saria to stop her. To save... those people... the ones who had called her a monster, the ones who hated her. But Ifrit didn't want them to die.
Saria raises something. It is a gun. A semi-automatic, Ifrit recognizes vaguely.
Flames shoot out towards Saria, but before they could reach her, pain blossoms all across Ifrit's body. A sharp, intense pain beyond even most of the experiments they had run on her. Saria had shot her.
As blackness overtakes Ifrit, she smiles.