She was herself again. Was inside herself again. Her body was still numb, but at least it didn't feel like it was far away. The other presence in her mind was gone as well, had temporarily disappeared with a surge of how dare it how dare it howdarehowdare
when the White enveloped her and the memory crashed in.
Oh how she wished she ahd listened to Ego when the girl had warned her about the White.
Confusion: instead of looking at herself from far away she was seeing split. Fragments of words, of thoughts and feelings filtered through her consciousness and she was suddenly sure of the beach, of the water and the waves and the sand. There were words being spoken and she thought she said them, but they were less important than what she felt.
A strong sensation of belonging, of being. Of love, given and reciprocated. Warmth flooded her body from the hand in hers and she knew everything was good and safe and she was on the beach with her husband she was looking for her daughter she was-
She wanted to curl up, wanted to stay forever and never but there was something else. Something that burrowed into her, soemthing that didn't want to hurt but wanted her to move, to not join the -group? person? family? she couldn't remember- on the sand on the beach. It was a soundless discordant tone among the strains of music she knew she was hearing.
Something within Vasilia shifted in response to that request. The old and powerful presence that had been smothered before woke again. It used used the last of its connection to the puppet-witch to make a change, to imprint a desire to survive before it disappeared again and entirely.
A flood of tingling energy brought Vasilia further out of the haze she had been in. A voice she didn't recognize and a voice she did. A conversation just outside the edge of her concentration. What were they saying? She leaned toward the sound but there was another voice, the one she had wanted- to hold? to save? She listened as a voice cracked and broke and spoke. It was familiar beneath the breaking. It was a warning and familiar and it wanted her and there was another voice, trepidition and warmth associated with and a sense of wanting but she-"Vasilia! Vasilia! Protect yourself! Vasilia!"
Being herself again hurt. Her missing hand ached with the memory of holding a hand, her feet told her they remembered sand but those missing sensations were fading. Pain was taking their place, pain and the fear and the knowledge that she was almost lost-
"A defensive signature move might buy you time."
[color=#CD7F32]"Okay, we'll try it! Vasilia! Use your Sigil!"[/colo]
There were two voices speaking now but there had been three and she was confused and she missed something but she shook her head. Sophia wanted her, needed her to do something. Vasilia couldn't let a Net-Op down again, Vasilia wouldn't let her
Net-Op down. Again."Rrright! Sigil of, of, of Defense!"
She didn't have to say the words normally but it helped now, when she was confused and torn and so tired. It focused the light at the end of her finger as she sketched the shape on her body. The light spread, solidified over her pieces without hampering her movement. It was a shell and a veil against the horror all around her but it was all she had.
"Chips confirmed refreshed, use this one, then this one!" A male voice, oone she didn't recognize. It wasn't Sophia's dad but Vasilia didn't have time to peer into the real world when the PET was shuddering under the load of the bugs and a chip was being loaded in."WoodPowder 2, Slot-in! Hit the bulk of that thing then get away Vasilia!"
Sophia's voice trembled beneath the confidence she tried to project and Vasilia felt something in her chest swell in response at the familiar tones. The doll was herself again and she would do what she could for her Net-Op, would do what she could for Ego."Yesss, going now! Trample, Wood!"
It was hard to talk, hard to get the words out without tripping on them, there was only herself to rely on to move her body now. She drew a leaf in a circle in front of her face and leaned her face towards it and blew
with all her intent and her will that she could scrape up. A powder, sharp leaves, a gust of wind to carry it all burst from the shape toward the White all around her. A stream of pain for the mass (masses, she thought as she remembered the beach and the conversation while the details stayed stark and clear) as her attack changed the ground beneath her.
Vasilia moved in the wake of it. She twisted and struggled and tried to spring free, to flee away from the White all around her, aiming for a clear patch of floor where she could stand unhindered.
She didn't need to breath but her torso heaved with the effor of the movement, of keeping ahead of the physicallity of Hex and out of the tempting scene it had shown her.
"No time to rest, go for the elemental advantage!""That's going to be-! HeatBreath1, slot-in! Try to get away Vassie!"
Another chip, another flood of power but her hand hurt, the only one she had left. She couldn't keep this up. The witch-puppet lifted it anyways, drew the cyan flames in front of her and the circle around them. She aimed the way she had fired before, a dim hope of forcing the White back blooming in her chest. "Rage, Fire!"
Flames boiled out of the sigil, spilled and reached for the White and the path of greenery that the heat tried to consume to fuel itself. Tiles cracked and boiled along the path and Vasilia was reminded of the volcano, the the heat and Venusman and the pain that had awaited them there. She had made it through that, she would make it through this.
"Okay, see this light here? Your emeegency jack-out is available again! Whatever was blocking it before has cleared." "Finally! You're almost out Vasilia, run! You won't fall to even an A-Grade horror monster!""Understood! Going!"
She steadied herself then turned on her heel and fled. Any path was welcome as long as it lead away from the White. Any help was welcome as long it aided against the White. She'd scale the walls if she had to, she would fling herself from a window if she must.===Battle Log===
*Routine Override lv4 Subtype choice switch Passive: Contagious -> Floating Point Error
Active: Hack -> Glitch Eater
Floating Point Error Stack: +8% difficulty to hit Vasilia (2% per glitch)
Action 1: Use MiniEnergy
Action 2: Sigil of Defense @ Self
Action 3: WoodPowder2Damage: 90 + Medium Grass Terrain Change + Confusion + Cone Attack
Description: Blast up to 4 enemies with a cone of miasma breath. Changes terrain to Grass and causes confusion on contact.
Trader Rank: C
+5 Wood Damage @ Hex
Action 4: Feint - Out of Hex's grip
Action 5: HeatBreath1Damage: 80 + Medium Lava Terrain Change + Cone Attack
Description: Blast up to 4 enemies with a cone of fiery breath. Changes terrain to Lava.
Trader Rank: D
possibly x2 damage due to Grass Terrain from WoodPowder @ Hex
Action 6: Movement - Away