Imeeji - Profile

[gigadevilbreaker]

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☆ RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS ☆ ★☆ Profile Unit avante en garde Position Indigo dye (1d2583) Age 23 Height 173 cm Hair/Eye Color silver white/blue Notable Traits prosthetic right hand below the elbow Bio Sparda says it's my turn with the braincell!!! ★☆ Abilities & Point Bank Warpstrike Obtained Stability Obtained Living Forge Obtained Appel Obtained Prise de fer Obtained (stabbing) Feint Obtained Points Spreadsheet ★☆ Player Contact Character Name Nero Inventory here Character Source Devil May Cry Memory registry here Outfits here Player Name Toni Corruptions here Contact punchpolygons | zedsabre#1089 Do Not Want I appreciate having any potentially long term damage being discussed first; would like to avoid noncon.

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Reconstruction

[gigadevilbreaker]

"████, can you help carry the food over?"

"I'm coming..."

You stop cleaning to head into the kitchen, where Kyrie beckons you, wearing an apron. With your old homes pretty much destroyed, you've been cleaning up this place so the two of you can actually have a roof over your heads. Kyrie, meanwhile, has been rising at dawn to cook meals for the people of the city, every day without fail.

Fortuna is rebuilding. So many have been left injured, stranded and homeless from the Incident; reconstruction is slow. But like the goddamn fountain of compassion she is, she's doing everything she can to help the people around her.

You take the huge pot of soup to head outside, but it's with a heavy heart. Going out in public's still uncomfortable. As beloved as Kyrie is by the community, there's still fanatics that won't believe the truth of what happened on That Day. And in trying to convince them, they've tried to use you against her - as proof that she's been corrupted, seduced by a devil. All because you're by her side with that demonic arm.

You set down the pot to reach for your long sleeved coat, but she interrupts: "It's quite warm today. Are you sure you need to wear that?"

Instead of responding, your gaze falls to your right hand. Kyrie notices, and comes over to your side - kindly resting her hand over yours. You're just that transparent, huh. Or maybe she knows you too well.

You sigh. "You know I don't care what people think of this arm-- but they've started t'talk about you..."

Kyrie smiles gently. "I don't mind. People just don't understand yet." She gently takes the jacket from your hands and folds it up. "Now, shall we go?"

Carrying the food, you walk together to the temporary shelter constructed in the ruins of the Cathedral square.