Dastgir watched as Rydia ignored his comment and went about talking to herself again. He pulled out a notepad and started to write small notes into it about everyone. Aeira seemed to answer him about the where that they were. "Well, I already knew this was the Realm of Darkness. I learned of it in my studies years ago." he spoke plainly. Once the others had spoke and made their decisions, Dastgir looked upon Finlay as he gave his speech. Of course Dastgir wrote down every bit of it. At the end, he was clapping for Finlay in astonishment. "A man of many feats!" he spoke. "Pray we see many more." The one boy who stood around asking questions gave all of them an odd look over. That caused Dastgir to raise an eyebrow at him. He shook his head and looked upon Charlie, who had left to retrieve some type of item called a player pin. While Dastgir wasn't exactly sure of what was going on, he knew things were interesting at least. Turning to glance at each of them, Dastgir did catch Koa telling Finlay to stop screaming as kindly as he could. Figuring it was a good idea to try and be friendly with the people he was now working with, Dastgir made his way to Koa. "Hello, I haven't properly introduced myself to anyone. I am Dastgir (dahst-gear). Who might you be?" he started off, offering a hand to shake.
Of course her attempts were thwarted. Ananta was pushed away, sliding a hundred feet from Kaida and Aux. She laid there, holding onto her side still and glaring up at Aux. She moved to her knees and then her feet, wobbling a bit. Hikaru started to make his way to try and stop Aux, but he eventually had a look on his face that caused Ananta's stomach to tie up in knots. She saw the look of determination on Hikaru's face. When he stabbed himself with his keyblade, Ananta felt the tears fall down her cheeks. His light faded and he made Aux return to his normal self. The red haired boy yelled out in agony as Kaida tried to process what had happened. Ananta looked down at her hands and saw the little specks of blood that came from her wound. She managed to use a Curaga and gave herself back some strength. "What are we going to do?" she asked herself, shaking. Her eyes were steadily pouring out tears and she wanted to just punch No Heart in the face, but she knew she was no mattch for him. So she wanted to help her comrades as best as she could. She looked around at everyone and saw Kaida running towards No Heart. "Kaida!" she called, gasping. Ananta ran to where Kaida was heading. She knew No Heart would just swing her away if she made any contact. Luckily, the girl missed, but Ananta knew that Kaida was angry and heartbroken. She understood that feeling all too well. Ananta got closer to Kaida and knelt to the ground beside the girl. She put a hand on Kaida's arm to get her attention. "Kaida..." she started, but then glared up at No Heart. "She's not the only one who'll kill you. We'll all kill you." she said. Ananta reached down and helped Kaida sit up. If No Heart was going to try anything, Ananta would use something...anything...to keep him from taking her and Kaida down. "Can you walk?" she asked, wiping her own eyes of the tears that were still falling down. Even Ananta was shaking from the anger she felt right now. But she knew that getting Kaida out of there was top priority. "Please let me help you."
Of course Illiana would get angry from that. As if she thought nobody else had had as bad a time as her. She basically acted as if her problems were far worse than anyone else and she certainly was not helping her case with Qamar. Sure Qamar would never understand everything, but she wasn't trying to either. She knew things were bad between the two and that's it. She tried to get Illiana to give up on the boy, but of course she wouldn't. She would rather risk her life and the lives of countless more if it meant her brother would go home and not be in danger. What was the point of that? Qamar couldn't understand that kind of thing. The way Illiana acted, it was confusing Qamar and she honestly wanted to understand it. But with Illiana, she could never understand it. The girl would just shove her off, yell at her, and continue to berate her without even trying to help her understand. That was what made Qamar mad. And acting as if she knew Illiana? No, she had to say something. "And here you go, assuming things again. Thinking I'm disrespectful and not worthy of being treated fairly or nice. Tch...at least I try and talk to people unlike her. I try to talk to people and get to know them. Haven't even had one good interaction with the jerk. So no, I don't know you. You don't know me either, so don't act like your problems are the worst thing ever. At least you have family in the first place." Qamar grumbled to herself, kicking at rocks and sticks. She wasn't even talking to anyone in particular, just frustrated at Illiana and her inability to get off her high horse and walk with the peasants. A voice could be heard after they walked some more and Qamar followed Aria forward. Some creature ran towards Aria and hid behind her. Qamar stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Um...but wasn't he just yelling about an apple?" Qamar asked the creature. "So by that, do you have his apple? Mayhaps give it back and he'll not smack or wack you?" Gurgi simply hid behind Aria more. Qamar shook her head and looked at the boy. "Are you Taran? We were sent to help you by your Master Dallben."
Well weren't they the friendly bunch. Nary a one even gave notice to his existence. Maybe one of them, but the rest were off in their own little worlds. That was certainly not the way to garner any good feelings from somebody. He couldn't blame them, however, seeing as they were in a pretty bad situation. Dastgir shrugged it off and turned to see three more approach. That caused an eyebrow to raise at their sudden appearance. "Friends of yours...?" he spoke in general to the group. "Though if you have not seen them for awhile, I'd assume that something is wrong...." Dastgir was wary of Luther, Melus, and Xray. He was not very trusting seeing as they had been separated from this group. Who knows what may have happened in the meantime. At the same time, he didn't quite trust these people either. He certainly didn't feel too welcomed, so that was not helping. Another new girl showed up and this time, she spoke with...two voices. Dastgir tilted his head at her and tapped his chin. "Odd." he spoke aloud. "Feminine people tend to not have such burly voices." he said, looking towards Rydia. This was one rag-tag group of people. Dastgir just hoped he wasn't stuck with the most anti-social of the bunch in his travels. He wasn't quite sure how he'd be able to handle extended bouts of quite again, especially after his time in this place already.
At least Aria agreed with her and was talking about how they would do it. Dallben pointed them in the direction that Taran had went, with Thallasa motioning for them to go. Outside, Thallasa grabbed Qamar and Illiana by the ear, causing Qamar to grab at the woman's arm. "Owwwww." she whined, listening to what Thallasa said. She thought about what she said and being sent back to her Master was actually a terrible thing. He'd be way angrier than ever before and she didn't want to see that. She'd seen him mad, but she couldn't even imagine him after being sent back for something as small as this. "W...Well..." she started off, being let go. She rubbed her sore ear and looked at Illiana. "Honestly, Master Thallasa, I did say we should leave her brother behind...and that he was a lost cause..." she started off. "I'm lumping him and that Dentro guy together...since they are teammates and Dentro did......." she stopped, sighing. "But...maybe I shouldn't...I mean...maybe his mind can be changed...even if he did beat the crap out of Illiana..." Qamar looked at Illiana and took a deep breath. "Your brother will probably keep fighting us, sure, but that doesn't mean he can't be changed. Thinking back, I saw he almost wanted to join you once more. But he still hurt you, Illiana." she spoke, crossing her arms. "I know you don't want to talk about it. He's your brother and he's betrayed you. I won't push you to talk about it. Just please be a little nicer to us. We're on a team after all." she turned towards the forest and started to head off. "Taran!" she called, hoping the boy would hear her.
"What have I done this time?" a man spoke to himself, wandering through Shibuya, confused as to how he got to such a place. First he was in a realm of pure darkness that choked every breath out of him. And now he was in a bustling city, awaiting whatever fate was to throw at him next. He sighed to himself and looked up at the tall buildings. It reminded him of his home, though he couldn't place a finger on the name of that world. At least he remembered his town name. That was a start, that's for sure. He placed his hand at his neck and rubbed his hand over the necklace he wore. He gripped at the hood he had previously removed and lifted it upon his head once more, gazing over the crowd. A group of individuals appeared and were talking to a man that seemed to be some sort of administrator of sorts. Shrugging, he headed towards them, curious as to what they were speaking of. As he did this, he overheard them speak of some sort of entering a game and sending one girl off to some Mastery exam. The man crossed his arms and decided to see if there was any way he could be a part of this. From the sounds of things, this was probably his only ticket out of this place now. It'd been some time, so he was happy to intrude, even if it was rather rude. "Sorry to interrupt, but may I tag along?" he spoke up from behind Charlie. "As much as this place reminds me of somewhere, I kind of want to get out of this dark place sooner than later." He crossed his arms, pulling his scarf up to hide his necklace from the group. "Unless that makes things a little uneven?" he asked Charlie, getting the feeling he was going in way over his head.
Ananta was blasted backwards by the spells that were flung at her. She fell to the ground, feeling rather singed. She looked up to see everyone else getting apprehended and captured by No Heart's clones. She heard the words he spoke and saw Kaida start to offer herself up. Ananta slammed her hand down and propped herself up, eventually staggering to her feet and swaying a little bit. She was able to resist most of the damage, but it still took a toll on her and she felt the pain of every spell. She moved towards Kaida, holding her side. Kaida offered herself up and, of course, Ananta felt rage inside of her. She felt a rage and sadness, knowing that Kaida was doing the wrong thing right now. A look of understanding came to Ananta's face as she finally stood beside the girl, staring Aux straight on. "Kaida, I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this alone." she said, her eyes glancing over to the yellow girl. "He wants four, right? So that means...." she stopped a second and a smile was on her face. "If anybody deserves to be sacrificed...well...." she thought, before fully turning her face. "I won't let you go alone. You're my friend and I just can't give up and let you do this alone. I won't give up on anyone, anymore." She gave a thumbs up to Kaida and glared at Aux. "I know you're not like this, Aux. Please come to your senses and come back to us." she held her hand up to Aux in an effort to get him to stop. A single tear shed on her face, just as it did for Kaida. She knew where she was going, she could never back down. She was determined to make things right.
"Why is she like this..." Qamar asked, walking away from Illiana. She stood over by Aria and knelt to the ground, gripping her knees in frustration at Illiana. Why did she have to act like this? Was Illiana just not able to accept Qamar or something? Or maybe the girl was failing at socialization again. Both of them. Qamar always says the wrong things at the wrong time and Illiana just wants to have nothing to do with anything. In fact, from the looks of things, Qamar got the feeling that maybe Illiana just didn't want to be here at all. She probably wanted to find her brother again and try to get him...to...go home. "Oh...." Qamar realized that maybe it wasn't Illiana who was at fault. It was all her fault for trying to tear the girl away from her family after a period of separation. Now she finally regretted the things she said back in the midst of things. Qamar never had any siblings, so the whole saving them and going back home thing is lost on her. She could at least sympathize with being unable to get somebody to realize the wrongs they've committed. Glaring up at Illiana, she saw the tea and sniffed the air. "Chamomile...? Where did you get it...? Did he have it....??" she was a little confused, all things considered, but it couldn't totally be out of the question. Shaking her head, Qamar looked up at Aria. "Ah...I messed up again..." she admitted. "I'm sorry..." she said, looking down at the ground. "I...It's kinda...hard sometimes..." she sighed, shaking her head once more. This wasn't the time to mope. She shot up, jumping a tiny bit and landing wobbly. "I think we can handle taking care of a pig. So long as she behaves." Qamar joked a little. "Leave it to us!"
"Oh my god stop being so rude and just try to play nice, please. Offering aid is not the wrong choice." she stated to Illiana. "If you ain't got nothing nice to say, don't say it at all." She muttered that last part while she listened to Aria speak. She kept quiet in thought, wondering how they'd go about helping Dallben's apprentice. It was then that he mentioned a pig that could see futures and find the location of an object of great power. Qamar nodded and looked at everyone. "So we protect the pig and we keep things safe, eh? Sounds simple enough...." she spoke, scratching her arm. "Where are we supposed to find your apprentice? I think it'd be a good idea to get there as soon as possible."
Qamar watched the man for a second before he introduced himself. She stood up and dusted herself off. "I am Qamar." she started off. "We....we're hunting these dark creatures with big yellow eyes that skulk around and attack you relentlessly." She scratched her head and looked towards the bridge. She saw the man's house and admired it for only a moment before turning back to the Dallben. "Honestly, if you're alright, we can give you some support towards wherever your apprentice is. I mean, I don't mind you leaning on me..." she looked at Thallasa. "Aren't we going that way anyway?" she asked, pointing off away from the house to try and buy them some time.
BASIC INFORMATION Name: Dastgir Proof of Existence: The Sovereign Spear Age: 27? Race: Somebody Birthplace: The town Larafeen on a world whose name he cannot remember. It's on the tip of his tongue... Catchphrase: Eh? Personality: Talks enough and tries to have a cool and calm demeanor. Is very worried the person they're looking for isn't alive anymore. Is also worried he may never remember the world he's from is named. He's been wandering around for a couple of years now and really just wants back in the realm of light. Can have a short temper when things aren't going right. Can be a little cocky at times, but keeps his cool...most times. Main theme: Path of Repentance APPEARANCE Hair: Dark green Eyes: Emerald Skin Color: Pale White. Formerly lightly tanned. Height: 6'4 Distinguishing features: Keeps a crystal firmly attached to his neck an in view. It has a faint glow to it that he uses to summon his weapon. He also wears a chestplate with an ornate pattern to it. His greaves and gauntlets match, covering his shins and arms respectively. He looks like a knight with armor that is mainly to cover his arms, legs, and torso so that he may move fluidly with his weapon. BATTLE STYLE Weapon: Halberd Stats: (allot 40 points into Strength, Intelligence, Magic, Speed, Defense, Critical, and Limit Break) Strength 10 Intelligence 3 Magic 3 Speed 5 Defense 5 Critical 10 Limit Break 4 Element/Power: Ice Techniques: Freezing Blast: Sweeps his Halberd in front of him, causing a gust of freezing cold air to grip the enemy. Cold Heart: His body stays colder, causing him to take less damage from ice attacks. Frozen Strike: He imbues a weapon with the element of Ice, causing slightly more damage. Fighting Style: Offensive with some strategy Limit Break: 1000 Shards of Ice - Summons spears of ice that launch at the enemy with a chance to miss. On hit, they deal Ice damage that can freeze the enemy. Battle theme: Run
Daeni was ready to block or defend against the creature, but Cerdic was already there and he was already taking the brunt of the attack. She gasped, watching him fall a little before a energy had healed him a little bit. "Cerdic, please!" she begged him, running towards him, but stopping herself. "Please...be careful..." she asked, turning towards the machine and watching it crack a little. She made her way to it and stood in front of it, keyblade ready. She prepared to launch a reflect as a means to protect herself and the machine, hoping to at least keep the creature's anger off of it long enough for her to run around and distract it.
Ananta's eyes moved around when she heard No Heart speaking. His voice was distorted and immediately she noticed the armor he was wearing. Her hand was still attached to Steel as she saw him...play with his phone? Her face would have scrunched up in disgust if she wasn't frozen in time. As No Heart monologued, Ananta started to figure out what she could do to help. She already knew Aux was probably going to prove everyone else right and go back to being a bad guy. That was gonna hurt Ananta's feelings since she felt so strongly that he was a changed man. Eventually, she was proven correct and the boy was back to wielding armor and mindlessly attacking Kaida. Her eyes moved back to Steel to see his cloak phase through her hand. She was confused and soon knocked out of that spell. Not wasting any time, Ananta slung a Gravira at Aux to try and impede his march. She then stood up to one of the clones that No Heart sent her way and she started to swing at it, shooting off Fire magic to burn them.
Qamar followed along with the rest of the group and stepped through the portal. As soon as they made it to the other side, they had already scared an old man and Aria was on the scene. "Uh, we shouldn't really be using magic on somebody who just called us demons. He's probably gonna have a heart attack or something." she pointed out. Qamar didn't mind the name calling. She'd definitely been called much worse by this point. Illiana did what she did best and attempted to get the old man's name out of him. Qamar rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She then prouced a bandage and looked around for some wood. She grabbed two sturdy looking sticks and walked to the old man, kneeling down. Qamar fastened the sticks to the sides of the man's legs and used the bandages to keep them steady. "Here, a splint. Be careful from now on."
"I think I'm going. You are, too....right Aria?" Qamar looked at the girl. Torrin had just taught the others how to make a keyblade glider. He then taught them how to transform their keyblades. Qamar decided on something she figured would be pretty cool. She summoned forth her keyblade and gripped the handle with both hands. She then pulled apart the keyblade, revealing it having split into two. She spun them in her hands a moment and gripped them tightly. One had the main teeth of the blade and the other had the smaller, but equally deadly, part. She was satisfied, seeing as her keyblade was able to be split and be nearly identical. Save for the blade and tip, of course. She then merged the keyblade together again and sent it off. "I like this. I almost tried for a bow and arrow but...." she shrugged. "Didn't really care for ranged combat." Qamar looked up and saw Tinarah shuffle awkwardly closer to Torrin, not making a sound. Qamar glanced around and walked towards Tinarah, being mindful of the meowing cat. "You don't scare me, kitty." she mused, smiling as she leaned closer to Tinarah. "Good luck. I know you're strong. You are better than this." she spoke softly, giving Tinarah a pat on the shoulder before she wandered back to Master Thallasa. "Master Thallasa, I'll come with you. I need to leave this place behind. Torrin'll do a good job anyway, I'm confident of that." she thumbs upped Torrin. "But I have to ask, Master...where the heck are we going?"
Qamar tucked the picture away and looked at the ring, seeing how pretty it was. "Your parents had to have loved you and knew you were special. So they left the ring for you." she smiled. Aria pulled her knees close and spoke about not letting things get her down. "I guess we're kind of the same like that...I try not to let things get to me, but I'm not as good at it as you. Oh and the fact we had a "Grandpa" and "Grandma" to take care of us." she joked, scratching her head. She scooted over to Aria and leaned on her. "But that's okay, we all deal wit things differently and I just like talking about my problems. It helps me, even if it doesn't always work." she said this and stared at the ceiling. "So what are you gonna do now that this world has been saved?" Qamar asked, backing off of Aria and leaning back in the swing, her arms resting on the back of it. "I don't really want to stick around here any more...so I'm leaving myself. You gonna leave, too? I wanna see how tough you are. But uh, I think you're pretty tough after the day you had yesterday." she laughed. Master Thallasa came out the door and Qamar immediately jumped up, jerking the swing once more. She bowed to Master Thallasa and looke at Aria. "Ah, sorry!" she said, concerned.
Qamar listened and smile at Aria's innocent answer. "See, that's what I meant. Exactly that!" Qamar looked out towards the city. "I don't remeber much from my childhood...but I remember only having my mother for most of it. I loved her very much. That's kinda the feeling I get when I think about that person. Maybe I'm confusing my loves here, but I know I love them. They are just as important to me as my mother was. I lost her when I was...9? 5? I don't remember, but I'm thinking closer to 9...ugh..." she grabbed at her head, confused. She shook her head and continued her story. "She was sick for a long time...father said she'd be fine. But I can't quite help this feeling...that maybe he was lying and she was never going to get better." She shrugged and leaned back. "Other than my mother, I was confined to my home. Never allowed to leave. All I could do was play with the few toys I was given until father had me do his...bidding." She said this, glancing at Aria. "I would always come home worse for wear and he'd patch me up before he went to his room to check on whatever I brought back." She stretched and stood up, causing the swing to move a little violently. "I know what I did during those times, but thankfully it all ended when I left him with a dying world." she smile sadly. "He was a bad father, but he was the only one I ever knew. I loved him for taking care of me, but that's it. So Aria, I envy you. You had the childhood I never got." Qamar turned to Aria, tears staining her cheeks. She reached up and touched her cheeks, a look of wonder creeping across her face. "Why am I crying? I...I'm sorry, I didn't think I could cry any more." She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was envious of Aria and she knew it wasn't right to blame her. Qamar was not blaming her for her own ruined childhood. Although, she also knew that as nice as the things seemed, there would always be a dark side to things. Same as how as dark things are, there is always a light. Spoiler: Dagger Mission At the ripe age of 10, Qamar was tasked with retrieving something from one of the army's outposts. She was told to sneak in and take it from the Commanding Officer's room without being seen. She was good at hiding and using dark corners and objects to keep them from detecting her. She had to learn these things when she grew up, for her father deemed it so. She never questioned him out of fear of reprimand. That was the one thing she could never, ever bring herself to do. Qamar feared she'd lose more than her mother if she ever questioned his teachings. So that was why she was always doing what she was told. Today she feared more than her father, however. Being caught stealing and within this outpost would most certainly cost her her life. Luckily for her, she was sent on a day where there was little to no defense. So within minutes, she was inside the officer's room and she was looking for the object she had been told to retrieve. It was a dagger that was very ornate that, supposedly, had a power to it that nobody could ever understand. Whether this was true or not was up to the believer. All Qamar cared was that it was pretty and she really just wanted to have it for herself when she got the chance. The door began to unlock as she closed the case for the dagger. She had replaced it with one that was similar but obviously was not the same dagger. In hopes of getting away unknown, she hid inside a closet, leaving the door just barely cracked so that she may seize her opportunity for escape. "Somna, please, you've been searching for over 10 years. Why can you not give up the search?" a man asked, placing a stack of papers down. Somna sat in his officer's chair and glanced over the papers, his eyes gleaming gold as they scanned the papers. He placed his chin in his hand as he leaned on the arm of the chair. "Because I will never give up until I find her. My wife is still out there and I plan on revenge to the man who stole her. I will not rest until he is found and punished for his crimes." Somna shoved the papers towards the other man as he flustered to grab them all as they fell. "Sir, your wife was with child at the time, if she were even able to birth that child in desirable conditions, you should have been able to at least feel your wife's presence at that time." the man stood up, papers haphazardly in his hands. Somna tapped his fingers on the desk. "Well, I did feel an inkling, but it was as if it were blocked by something sinister. I could not put my finger on it, but I could tell she was in distress. As if she were calling for me." he sighed. "Somna, that's impossible. Only the royal family can so easily tell the feelings of those of darkness. We can merely feel they are alive. And that is only if we have known them for quite some time." the man said. "I KNOW THIS." Somna slammed his hand on the desk. "But I tell you, I know she lived until nary a month ago. Now all I feel is guilt and sadness. I pray she's alive, but as it is, you're wasting my time. Leave." he said, turning to look out the window. The man left the room, looking angry. Qamar took this as a chance to attempt to leave. As she stepped out of the closet, she tripped on her own feet and fell. She suddenly felt pain in her leg as she sat up. She accidentally stabbed her thigh with the dagger and was now bleeding. Tears came to her eyes as she sat there, trying not to freak out too badly. She was unsure of what to do. Footsteps approached her and Qamar closed her eyes, knowing she was caught. "Child, what are you doing here? What is your name?" Somna asked, kneeling down. Qamar sniffled and spouted, "Q...Qamar..." she said. She was unable to cry in times like these due to her father's words. He always commanded her to never cry, even if it meant she'd die. Somna reached down pulled the dagger out. Qamar cried out in pain, gripping at her leg. Soon, a wave of curative magic came over her as Somna started to bandage her. "Qamar...that name has a meaning to it, you know. It means moon. Funny, as my name also means moon." he chuckled, turning to Qamar. She tried to back away but he put a hand on her shoulder as he dried the tears from her eyes. "Moon, please do not cry. You have a mother to go back to, do you not? I can forgive you for now, but I cannot always do so. Please, I will escort you." he said, standing up and ruffling his messy black hair. Qamar stood and looked at the dagger on the floor. She turned to Somna and took his hand, holding it as they walked out. "I'm sorry Aria. I can't blame you for my childhood...I just can't..." she looked at her. Qamar sat back down and pulled out the same familiar picture. She held it gingerly and smiled. The resemblance between her and the people in the picture was very prominent now. "This is the only thing I've got left of my mother. She's in my heart, but this is all I have physically left. Do you have anything like that?" Qamar asked, looking at Aria.
"No, not like that, silly." Qamar chuckled. "I used to read about how girls would try and be friends by doing stuff like...talking about the people they loved and liked and hated. But I only read these from old magazines at the castle that were collected from everywhere..." Qamar looked into the house and saw Master Thallasa through the window. "I mean, who you love? Who gives you those feelings in your tummy when you talk to them? Who makes you happy on your gloomiest day? You don't have to answer straight, cuz that's the kinda thing you need to keep close to your heart." She placed a hand on her chest. "I can give you an idea what I mean?" Qamar sat back and closed her eyes. "The person I like has been there for me for quite awhile. Always helping me out and liking me no matter my flaws. They know my past and know what's wrong with me, but they're still there for me. I like them for their flaws, too. Even if they seem unapproachable at times." she giggled at that part, scratching her head. "But they don't know how I feel for them and I'm scared they don't feel the same way about me. I miss them dearly and really wish I could just speak with them right now, but being near them for the past 5 or 6 years and finally going out on my own..." she sighed sadly. "It's for he best. I know I'll see them again, just gotta wait." She looked down at her hands, smiling. "I'm sure you've got somebody like that in your life at least once, right?" she asked, looking at Aria. "I'm only really basing this whole girl talk thing over whatever I read so I may be wrong in a few things....."
Qamar stayed seated after Tinarah left. She huffed and sighed, not sure what to do. Aria talked about not taking it personally. Sure, Qamar wasn't going to, she had been there and done that before. Or at least been in a somewhat similar situation. She was only able to come to terms with things after she had finally faced on what she had done. Still to this day, she can't forgive herself for the things she'd done. Staring at the ground, Qamar closed her eyes a moment and then opened them again. "Aria, she's stuck. Stuck blaming herself for not being strong enough. Stuck thinking people are gonna be what they aren't and that everything in that mirror realm was totally gonna happen. She doesn't exactly say it, but you know? You can tell too, right?" Qamar started and looked towards the door. "I was there once, too. It sucked and the only way I got out of it was through help and helping myself. Maybe we've done enough...I hope she lets us in next time." Qamar kept the chair rocking and then she took a deep breath. "But you know, let's talk about something else. There's no use dwelling on things we can't help with people. So my first suggestion is we talk about something I'm super curious about." she turned sideways in the seat. "Tell me you've got somebody you like. I know, I know, this isn't exactly the situation to talk about these things, but come on, I never got to experience this kinda girl talk. Indulge me this once, please!" she asked, clapping her hands together and bowing.
Qamar was going to comment and talk to Tinarah, but of course she was unable to as Aria had already came and was dragging Tinarah away. Qamar followed suit, feeling like she was completely interrupted. She stood there as Tinarah spoke and Aria tried to be as bubbly as she could. She listened about the way she spoke about Torrin and Boreas. That rose a chuckle out of Qamar, wondering if Tinarah ever noticed Qamar was the same as those two. A person who used darkness for many a bad thing. Tinarah spoke on about her troubles, to which Qamar was lost in thought, but listening to Tinarah. She had brought the plate of food Tinarah had made as well as some pancakes for herself. She handed Tinarah's food to the girl and she ended up scarfing her pancakes down, leaving nothing but one chocolate chip. Tinarah spoke of her troubles with everyone and everything and that caused a sigh to erupt from Qamar. She turned around and looked down at Tinarah. "I've been listening this whole time and I do honestly have a few things to say to this." Qamar started off. "First, you may as well group me with Torrin and Boreas, Tinarah. I'm not a good person. I really am the most opposite of good there ever was!" she stated, laughing awkwardly as she rose her arms to her side, a dark aura surrounding her. Her now golden eyes staring straight at Tinarah. "I killed a man yesterday and I don't even feel anything because of it. No, I only feel bad that Adalric had to sacrifice himself for me to accomplish that. You may as well make me a bad guy, too, since I probably am as capable as that Torrin from your era. But you see, you didn't know that, so you got to see me for who I am. Now that you know my darkness, what will you think of me now?" she asked, leaning down with her hands on her knees. The dark aura was disappearing a little bit, but was still there. Her eyes were still golden as she leaned closer to Tinarah. "My whole point is, Tinarah, is that you need to differentiate between the two things. You know Torrin and Boreas' alternate future forms, but you aren't there. You're here in the past with them as their natural, old selves. So you know what you do? You get to know them as they are now and hope to prevent that future from ever coming. Just like you know me as the girl who's weird and has no friends before this, don't think that just because I can control darkness that I'm a bad person and I'll end up like future prince and guard dog." she said, standing back up. She scratched her head as the darkness was completely gone and her eyes returned to normal. "I probably make no sense, but that's just how I feel about it. Besides, you need to also know something else. No matter how annoying you think you are when talking to somebody you care about, if they truly love you, they will never be annoyed by you." she smiled, sighing. "I learned this myself." "Tinarah, if you have any questions about me or my past, just ask and I'll speak to you about them. Just know that any actions committed in the past or future does not define their past or their future selves." she said, sitting down on the porch swing finally, sitting close to the arm with Aria and Tinarah on the other side. "Ah I've rambled again..." she sighed, leaning against the arm. "I always do that...."
