Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140604041930/@comment-13593058-20141020014824

Liadan only watched helplessly as Kouri’s body fell lifelessly onto the ice covered terrain. She found herself dumbfounded for the first time in her life. It was a feeling of grief, fear, a feeling of failure, a foreign feeling.

For the first time, she didn’t know what to do.

“Are you hurt?”

An alien yet familiar voice broke Liadan’s trance and she jerked herself back into reality. She exhaled deeply and a white cloud of condensed water formed by her lips from the cold air before she took another greedy breath.

The voice had a struggling tone, almost as if it was defending something or someone. Liadan gave a quick glance at Kouri’s body once again.

“No blood?” she thought to herself.

And of course, she was right. Kouri was not injured, nor was she unconscious. She simple just fell as if she was pulled backwards.

“But… how?” her second thought surfaced as she turned her head towards the lofty woman, Alonne.

“Are you hurt?” the voice repeated itself.

In the place where Kouri stood before she fell was Memories, the masked woman. Her weapon of the white contrasting with the other’s weapon of the black. Both blades were parallel in design, with the same length, same guard, same pommel and same sheath.

“Oh my,” Alonne chuckled amusingly, “and to think just sending a couple lowly scrubs for you would do the job would be enough. I knew better than Fred did, I always did. Didn’t I, Alice?”

Memories instinctively reacted to the comment. She forcibly overpowered Alonne, brushing her blade away and created some distance between themselves. Memories looked at her shoulder and without hesitating, brought the pommel of her katana up to it and struck it. A slight cry of pain reverberated along the alleyway before she began to move her forcibly relocated shoulder.

“Why are you here?” Memories asked Alonne coldly, “What do you want?”

Another menacing chuckle came as a response, “Can a mother not visit her own daughter? Or maybe you just don’t see me that way anymore, at least your father didn’t. And now, he’s shreds.”

A moment of silence passed.

“You need to leave.” Memories stated.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, don’t be like that dear. You’re obviously hurt, let’s go home…” Alonne said with a bewitching voice, “after I kill this blonde over here.”