"You've got to be kidding me..." a ferret in black, grey, and white armor groaned. In his right hand was a small tool with a rotating section that had braces - his signature Fusion Cutter. His other hand was empty.
He was staring at a sparking, offline power generator. The city he was in was caught in some sort of demon attack, and the generator for the entire city had been knocked out out when it first started. He was charged with bringing it back online quickly.
He sighed, wiping sweat off his brow. "Alright..." Activating his helmet and feeling it assemble over his head, he kneeled down to inspect the damage. Behind him, there were a few soldiers wielding rifles, keeping a lookout for any enemies while he worked.
"AH! WHAT THE HELL?!" the ferret yelled, backing himself against the wall. He frantically raised his Cutter to try and shoot the monster, but the lights flickering did nothing to help him get a bead. Eventually, the lights started working properly, and before he knew it, the monster... was gone.
Please please pleeeeeeeeeeease don't tell me I'm going through another mutant outbreak, he thought with a whimper.
Blood was all around his boots. He grimaced. The memories were flooding back, and they were vivid. No, no! Don't think about that!
Willing himself to forget, he waved his Fusion Cutter around, the four aiming lights hitting walls and air, but no monster.
Out of no where, to the rescue of Gears almost; a slender female, normal looking Tasmanian Devil appears and cuts the head of the demon clean off with an energy whip. Just barely missing Gears, she quickly tugs the energy whip back and sheathes it away.
She can be seen chewing on something, what it is is unknown. All that can be felt was an awkward silence between the two characters.
She walks slowly to the noticeably scared engineer. Her eyes can not be seen, and her chewing has stopped. She had very ominous tattoos that glew a dim blue, they can be seen on her arms which had a fuzzy like fur pattern.
He looked at the hand cautiously, wondering what he should do. Is this woman good? ...well, she did save me... but does she...
He snapped out of those thoughts. This woman had just rescued him and he was acting paranoid? How rude. Hesitantly, he took the woman's hand, and stood up, thankful his Fusion Cutter was still with him.
Arna then slowly shakes his hand with a tough grip. She then lets go, she points to the generator. Though she didn't speak, it seemed as if she wondered what he was doing with the machine in front of them both.
The ferret didn't return the shake, still slightly suspicious. Then he noticed her pointing at the generator. A moment passed before something clicked in his head, and he stated, "I, uh... was fixing that when that guy came in..." He gestured to the now headless demon that lay on the ground beside them.
She frowns with a look of disappointment on her face. She then points at the blood and the dead comrades. Her tattoos begin to slightly grow red, she gets suspicious if he had killed those men for no reason.
He noticed her gesturing to the dead soldiers, and saw her tattoos glowing red. Immediately, he put his hands up. "N-no, it's not what you think, I didn't kill them! That... that... thing did... I think," he said defensively, looking at the dead demon.
Arna nods, gesturing that she is savvy towards the situation. She then takes out what looks like an old I.D card of herself back in her school days.
The I.D reads out her name, at least what's left of it and her picture. She looks noticeably different from what she looked like on the I.D. The entire card looks burned and crumbled, making it hard to make out.
He saw her point at him, and he guessed she wanted to know who he was. Pressing a tab on his chestplate, he watched as a holographic display appeared, showing an ID Card, thankfully clean and readable. On it, displayed his name - Gunnar Jefferson - along with his age, gender, profession, and other notes about him. It also showed his appearance under the armor: a rust-colored ferret with dark tan fur on his muzzle, ears, and the part of his chest that could be seen. He had purple eyes in the photo, and a short head of hair of the same dark tan could be seen.
"Most people just call me Gunnar or Gears," he said.
She continues to laugh until she breaks into a violent coughing fit.
She looks around the area after coughing, the appearance of artificial light honestly surprises her after so many years with out it. She wonders how he fixed the generator so easily, it makes her question if the country of Jawaii was really useless.
Small ghosts can be seen entering the room of the generator. They seem to be innocent and sort of like civilians.
Arna has a small smile on her face after seeing the ghosts finally seeking a place of shelter.
Arna clears her throat, she tries to speak in her demon's voice.
"F-friendlies.." The demon voice sounded even more bizarre, it was crisp and crude in a way. Nothing you would typically hear in a female. To add to the awkward voice, it sounded uneven and impartial when it came to saying the "F" and "E" "N" "D"s of the word Friendlies.
She then clears her throat once more, she seems to have been in pain.
Gears saw her grab at her throat painfully, as if something inside it was causing her pain. "You... can't speak because it hurts?" he guessed. Behind her, he noticed how the ghosts seemed to be enjoying the room's light, and he relaxed, seeing as they weren't hostile.
The ferret saw blood escape her mouth, and immediately grew alarmed. He never took blood from the mouth as a good sign.
"Are you ill?" he said cautiously, cursing himself for not bringing anything like a first aid kit. Granted, he'd likely do a terrible job - he fixed machines, not people - but it seemed like an okay idea before.
"I... well, I have this," he stated, pressing another tab on his chestplate. His ID Card faded away, and was replaced with a hologram resembling a notepad, but with a keyboard on it so it can be typed on.
She stares blindly at the contraption the engineer pulls up. She is obviously confused by the unworldly technology, it can be obviously told by her clothing and basic technologies that her city hasn't really advanced.
The environment surrounding them both was pitched black. All that can be seen was the light behind them both which was from the generator, the night's stars, and Arna's tattoos as well as a dim light coming from where her eyes should be.
Gears turned around and saw the demons, and raised his Fusion Cutter. "Whatever you guys are... you can't have them!" he yelled, automatically opening fire. Vertically-aligned bolts of energy sailed out and impacted one of the demons, likely tearing into their flesh and damaging them greatly.
The demons begin to laugh as their leader, Abaddon begins to speak.
"A filthy mobian? The sight of you repulses me, we haven't seen your kind since we've gotten rid of your land! And you, Arna.. You siding with this thing is just shaming.. You've really grown soft since I've corrupted you. But you are my child, Aeshma; so do what daddy tells you and drop your weaponry."
(By the way, Aeshma is the demon offspring that takes part in Arna. So when demons refer to Arna as Aeshma they are talking to her demon side or referring to Arna herself. So pretty much it's an alias.)
Arna grunts at Abaddon's persistency to control her. She strikes one of his pawns, further protecting the ghosts and Gears.
Abaddon leaves in disgust, ordering his demon fleet to continue attack.
Arna beautifully cuts the army into shreds, thousands of limbs flying everywhere. The mixture of blood and energy has never looked so well in combination. Though Arna was doing as best as she could, some demons did manage to enter the generator.
Just as the fleet was being cut down, the other demons began to punk out and flee.
After she finished up on her straight massacre of the demons, she turned her attention towards the ghosts that were being kidnapped.
She quickly tugged them down with huge force as demon grunts can be heard. Her voice sounded synergized by energy and demonic influence. Her tattoos glew a bright red as well.
Finally, all the demons faded into the shadows and the ghosts remained in the area. Albeit frightened, they were appreciative of Arna's savior. Though they found it odd that she was in such a helpful mood.
The ghosts spoke a different language then what is typical of the Mobian linguistic. They instantly bowed towards Arna as if she was a god.
Gears watched as Arna disposed of the attackers, thankful that she was fast. He then saw the ghosts talking to her... or rather, they were talking in their own language. He couldn't make out anything they said. What threw him off was that they were bowing to Arna as if she were some deity.
A strange figure begins to walk into the light of the generator areas. It has a solemn attire but a sombre like facial structure, almost as if they were plastic versions of actual Mobians.
The strange figure begins to speak. "I-I am a M-Manik-kk-kin, t-thank you f-f-f---For saving our f-f-f-friends!" The Manikin stutters as he jitters in movement towards the ghosts.
Arna has a sense of accomplishment in her and she sheathes her energy whip and her tattoo colors become normal again. She then gives Gears a thumbs up, feeling that he should understand what she meant.
The sun begins to set in as sunrise is soon to come, but the city remains in a murky gray. This is due to the clouds forming in the sky, it had always been cloudy in Luxuren. A cold breeze can be felt in the environment.
Arna pulls off her hood, revealing two horns on the top of her head. The horns were small and almost blended with her hair. She finally moves her hair to the side of her face making both her eyes visible. They were a bright blue, an almost bizarre blue.
Arna closes her eyes in shame and turns to the side as she covers her horns with the hood. she then places her hair back on her eyes to hide them again.
She unsheathes her energy whip, which reveals it's round end with three spikey prongs. The weapon had a very static like appearance, it was purely energy and not an actual weapon. Arna shows it to Gears to further show that she isn't as normal as she may come across.
More Manikins walk into the building as the hold the ghosts, despite the ghosts not having a physical attributes that allows them to be held. The Manikins are all jittery and sort of scary to watch for too long. Slowly day continues to set in, and fog consumes the outside of the building.
The ferret looked at the energy whip, curious as to how it worked. He had dealt with plasma cores and other kinds of energy devices in his line of work, but seeing something like this... he wondered how it functioned.
He noticed how more Manikins came in, seemingly finding the power room a safe haven in this chaos. He frowned. Just what was going on?
"Okay, can I get a straight answer on just what the hell is going on here? I thought this was going to be just a regular repair job, not a fight against demons and all that," he said, unintentionally coming across as irritated.
One of the manikins overhears Gears' frustrations. He slowly walks to Gears with a funky; jittery walk.
"S-Sir, th-there was an..... Epidemic h-here no-not too long ago.. T-T-Two cultists... Huge explosion.. T-The call st-started.." The Manikin jitters heavily, he even had an expression of fear on his face.
Arna then nods at what the Manikin was saying, confirming it was true. She then pulls her whip back quickly sheathing it.
He had seen that look before. When his sister was taunted and bullied in school (due to being perceived as "weak") when they were younger, she would always have a sad expression, or maybe trying to avert looking at her brother when they were at home. Gears would then attempt to cheer her up, saying that once they were older, they wouldn't have to deal with that stuff anymore. It held true for a while after they graduated, with her becoming a medical officer and him an engineer, and until the... incident... at the BISC building, they kept in touch constantly. But now, she continued to haunt him, and he felt her death was all his fault...
He swallowed before adding, "...I imagine it's not easy, living like... that."
Arna merely shakes her head. She then sits down on the ground with crossed legs. Her hair pretty much covered the top half of her face obscurring her eyes. She can be heard taking heavy breaths.
She then turns her head staring at Gears right in the eyes, despite her hair covering her; it seemed like she had perfect vision through it though. She then slowly nods, agreeing that it's not easy living as a half demon.
He noticed how she appeared to stare off into space, not unlike himself when he was out about. Sighing, he decides to take a seat, and, feeling it was safe, dismissed his helmet. It segmented and detached itself before folding into the insides of his armor, revealing his face.
The ferret wiped the sweat off his brow, thankful that he could now breathe fresh air instead of having it filtered through his suit. If Arna happened to look at his forehead, she would find a large gash there. Despite going across his forehead, it was only slightly visible from the right angle.
He blinked. What was she pointing at? He felt around his head to figure out what she meant, until coming across his forehead gash. Realization dawned on him, and he sighed. "It's... just a work-related injury," he fibbed.
Arna keeps her vision on the gash for quite some time before zoning out again. She still remains curious as to why the gash was there in the first place.
She then reaches towards the side of her belt to a pouch. She pulls out an odd creature, it looked like a caterpillar/Earwig mix. It was living and moving. Slowly she begans to eat the parasitical creature making low crunching noises. Her tattoos glew for a brief moment.
The bug squirmed in his hands. As it fidgeted, it can be noted that it was trying to bite into the armor Gears was wearing; but to no prevail. It had two black symbols at the end of it which seem to be a different language's text. The bug appeared with a simple white and brown color scheme, with green eyes that dimly glew.
The ferret noted how it was trying to bite into his hand, thankfully failing due to the material of his suit preventing tearing from the teeth that the bug likely possessed. As Gears looked on, he spotted the symbols on its end that seemed to be in an alien language... what it translated to, though, he had no idea. The insect's eyes appeared to glow a dim green, which he found just as odd.
Arna takes the insect back from Gears' hand. She places it back in her secure pocket. Afterward, she walks to the entrance of the building where the generator was in. She stares outside with a cold expression.
She noticed how the city she was born in was so desolate. Wastelands stretched as far as the eye can see, as well as how run down the buildings became. Arna slowly began walking around the run down building with the operating generator.
Gears watched her leave, and, feeling he should follow, picked up his Cutter and trailed after her.
He caught her walking around the building as if thinking about something. Glancing around, he noted how the city they were in looked... desolate. As if some great force had swept over it and made it barren of any noticeable life. It reminded him yet again of the BISC incident...
Could they be connected? he thought. After a moment, he shot that down - no way the events that happened before could be relevant to this situation now.
Arna continues her cold expression, until she finally gives in and shakes her head. She pointed at each of the buildings in the horizon. SHe gestured with her hands raising upwards that they were never destroyed.
She then reaches into her bag and gives Gears a heavily wrinkled magazine that spoke of the two cults that caused the tragedy that's bewitched the country of Jawaii. The magazine was in poor condition but it can be read, it spoke of the methods of the following cults; The Dark Broods and the Loyal Lights.
Each cult had its own ambitions for the new world, one about rebirth and enslavement over the land and the other for absolute freedom and destruction of the new world. Both outcomes appeared very.. Scary to think about. And the saddest thing about it, is that Jawaii is actually experiencing every event displayed in the novel. From the bombing of public areas, to the sudden power outage, then leading to the end of the world. It all happened, and it was rumored around the end that it would strike all of Mobius if it could.
The ferret took the magazine and read the pages, eyes widening slightly at the writing within. Holy crap, it looked as if these things had struck the place in succession, and if he was reading right, these events could threaten the rest of the world as well. Jawaii sounded like a very unstable area...
"How long has this been going on?" he questioned. If this was recent, then maybe it could be stopped. But if it had been going on for a long while...
Arna shakes her head. She doesn't recall where they left to or even if they've survived the ending of Jawaii. She doesn't know much of anything of what had been happening to Jawaii. It is truly unknown why the clans disappeared, whether they survived or not.
She scratches her head and attempts to use her demon voice once more.
"THEM. ARE DEMON." She clears her throat immediately as she begins coughing up a storm.
He watched her leave, and frowned. There might be more demons running around out there... and they might overpower her...
That settled it. He would follow after her, making sure she was safe. Beckoning his helmet to reassemble itself over his head, he proceeded to trail after her, Fusion Cutter primed in case there was danger lurking.
Arna begins to slowly scavenge the heavily damaged building. She found various pens which she stuffed into her beat up satchel. She was also looking for paper, which all seem to be either broken or of no use.
Gears nearly jumped a foot in the air when the demons started circling the area. He pointed his Cutter at them, finger on the trigger but not quite about to fire a blast. If they so much as twitched the wrong way, he'd be right there, tools blazing.
Arna takes a longer time then expected. She scurries around for something that looks like a technological choker.
Meanwhile on the battlefield, a thin skeletal like demon jitterly walks up to Gears with a speak in hand. His head was covered by what appears to be a triangular helmet and he is wearing metalic armor on his shoulders and chest.
"Petty... Toys... Child.." The demon says with deep breathes within each word. He readies his spear to swing.
Gears watched the demon approached, and as it prepared to swing, immediately pulled the trigger on his Cutter. A vertical line of super-heated energy sailed forth and impacted against the entity, likely doing damage.
Being shot several times the Demon struggles to grabs Gears. Its balance is seriously hindered and it can be noted that it will collapse if it continues to fight. Though the other demons seem to be walking in, very slowly and carefully though.
Arna continues her scurrying through the office, she finds scraps and pieces of a gizmo she feels Gears can conduct. She quickly takes as much scrap as she can. She is deathly afraid of Gears dying in a situation like now.
They were coming closer. In under a minute he was reliving his nightmare all over again - the mutants, all swarming over him, intent on ripping him to shreds, teeth gnashing and blades swinging - it was all coming back. No, no, no! Not again!
In a panic, he looked around to see what he could use to try and escape, and spotted Arna. "Arna! Help me out here!" he yelled, kicking the closest demon in the face with his boot.
While Arna worked proficiently at killing the weaker demons, larger brutish demons started to appear. The Devil could be facing some serious pain if she continues her fight. The demons just keep on coming.
Arna stubbornly ignores Gears and contiues her useless brawling with the demons. Her attempts became futile against the larger enemies and she was nearly out of stamina, she would not survive if she kept going.
She had also forgotten her satchel which carried key items to her.
Gears grimaced. At this rate, they were likely to get ripped to shreds, and he didn't think he'd have enough ammo in his Cutter to fend them off.
So he decided to look for her satchel and throwing it onto his arm, letting it hang off his shoulder before dashing over, snatching Arna by the arm, and yanking her behind him as he sprinted away from danger. I am not going to let someone die again.
Time passes as Gears runs to a new safehouse. The demons were long gone and the sun was setting on the cloudy skies of Jawaii. Both of them find themselves in a dark, but safe run down building.
Arna was still out cold, she leaned on Gears' rough armor as if it was bed sheets. Lord knows how long until she recovers. She still had her energy whip in hand, it was flickering as it sparked small beams of electricity.
They were safe. The demons weren't chasing them... for the time being, at least. Sighing, he noticed how Arna was still unconscious. Poor girl... It seemed she hadn't released her energy whip, which was good at least.
He looked around. They were in an abandoned building, judging by the absence of people and abundance of garbage and left-behind objects. Whatever had happened here must have occurred before the two had arrived.
He was feeling hungry all of a sudden. No doubt due to having fled for such a long distance that he'd likely get famished. He figured Arna would be having a growling stomach as well.
Gears frowned. There didn't seem to be anything edible around... but maybe... "There's got to be something," he murmured as he trudged onward towards what looked to be a supply closet.
Arna began rolling a bit, she was jittery in her unconsciousness. Her tattoos glew a dim red and her temple began to bruise, though it wouldn't be noticed because of the fact that she had a lot of hair covering that area.
Though Gears was right, it has been some time since Arna has eaten anything besides Magases. Her stomach lightly growled, as she jittered.
The ferret felt her shiver a little, and felt a slight feeling of relief well up in him. If she was moving, that meant she would come to soon.
Gently pushing the closet door inside, he looked and spotted a few cans of beans lying around. Perfect. They would do. Setting her down gently, Gears proceeded to gather as many cans as he could, grateful that they were still unopened.
The ferret watched her bite his armored arm, and though it didn't hurt, his reaction was appropriate: yelp and try to shake her off. After a moment, he noticed how she wouldn't let go, as well as not biting hard enough to hurt him, and he frowned.
"...you're doing that for fun, aren't ya," Gears deadpanned.
Arna stops gnawing on the ferrets arm and lets out a small giggle after shaking her head, to of course be proceeded by caughing. Though her coughing was not as fierce as it usually is. Once she stops coughing she just smiles playfully. She notices how dark the entire building is so she sparks up an energy flame from her hand.
Arna looks back at Gears and she smiles brightly. She then takes the bag and pulls out all her scraps, she tries to organize them to her best.
Once finished organizing, she shows Gears a blueprint to an old mechanism held at that business of technology. The blueprint shows out the creation of the Mental Cord, it is a choker designed to replace damaged vocal cords and allow the mute to speak with their minds.
The scraps came with broken headphones, a choker piece, lace belt, and a couple of scraps that pressumably fit into the device.
Arna then looks at Gears, seemingly begging for him to create the device.
The ferret looked at the blueprint, then at the scraps, then back to the blueprint. It seemed that, judging by the description, it would allow mute people to speak with their minds... somehow. Staring at the bits and pieces that he figured fit together somehow, he looked up at Arna and smiled.
"Lemme give it a try," he said, proceeding to inspect the pieces and see which part went where.
Arna gleefully raises her arms and grins. The Devil is obviously excited as her tattoos shine brightly, almost lighting up the dark room. She places her flaming energy on a piece of paper she had in her satchel, setting the flame off and lighting the area.
Meanwhile, the devil tightly hugs Gears in appreciation.
After a time, the ferret finished constructing the mechanism, holding up the finished piece so that Arna could see. "Dunno how it's supposed to work, I think you... uh, wear it like a necklace or something?" he guessed.
Gears couldn't help but snicker as she tried to swear but failed. "D-dunno where that came from, uh... uhm, anyway. I was sent here on a repair job - you know, keep things running, stop things from falling apart, the usual - but I wasn't expecting a demon attack of all things..."
"...when you put it like that, it kinda makes me sad," Gears noted dryly. "But more to the point: If these demon attacks and all that can't be stopped... what if there's a way to escape, or something?"
Gears was about to reply when Arna grabbed his chest plate and shook him. "H-hey, hey! Calm down!" he said, completely baffled. "I have no idea what you're talking about, and it's scaring me! Please calm down!"
She apologized with an odd look on her face. Almost to signify that she generally felt bad about what she did to Gears, but at the same time there was an underlying hint of confusion in the expression.
"Being a demon.. It's getting to me.." She then moves away from Gears and grabs her chest, she's having trouble breathing.
She takes a moment to catch her breath before continuing the conversation.
"I feel like I'm losing more and more of myself day by day.."
The ferret was quiet as he listened. From what she was saying, it seemed like she wanted to return Jawaii to a time before the demons attacked and made it into a wasteland. As she said she was a demon herself, she must have hated that part of her...
"I... think I understand," he murmured, nodding. He had felt a similar yearning after what happened all those years ago...
"Hey.. I know this is out of context, but did you have any friends out side of this place? What was your past life like?" She looks to the side before darting her eyes around casually as a sign of boredom.
"...I had a sister. Jeannie. Sweet girl, you know. Loved to chat people up and was quite the social butterfly. I was the quiet, nervous wreck that was her brother, funnily enough. She pursued scientific fields, while I went for engineering.
"When I was twenty-seven and her twenty-six, we were approached by a company named BISC - Beneficial Intelligence and Science Corporation. They offered us good jobs that fit our skills - I worked as an engineer while she pursued a career in medical research in a good facility that I pushed her to go to. For the next year, things were going swimmingly...
"...but then, one day, as I went to call her to check on her, I didn't get anything from her phone. Just static and white noise. The same day, BISC had given me an assignment involving the facility I had urged her to go to. I was accompanied by a few guards and another electrical engineer, Jennifer.
"As soon as we got there... everything went to hell. I was separated from my team by..." He paused, trying to get the lump out of his throat. "...what we later found out to be failed super-soldier experiments gone horribly wrong. I later learned that two of our guards had been killed in the attack while I was getting chased, leaving me, Jennifer, and our captain Maxus.
"Maxus gave me assignments to fulfill in order to bring the facility back online, hopefully finding Jeannie."
He paused again, biting his lip as he tried not to show the wetness around his eyes before continuing.
"I eventually found Jeannie... I was at first relieved to find that she was alive, and she said she knew how to deal with this menace - I could construct a powerful bomb that would level the facility and utterly obliterate everything within, keeping the menace from escaping. And so, I went, gathering things to build the explosive.
"...and again, disaster struck. As I was getting ready to place the bomb in its proper place... Jennifer appeared and shot me in the back. I was stunned momentarily, and as I lay there, she told me about her real job - deal with whatever had gone down here, then remove any witnesses to prevent things from getting found out. I was dismayed to find that I was literally shot in the back by someone I found an ally...
"The bomb had begun its countdown by then. I was limping out of there as best as I could, when I found Maxus in a very bad state. He looked ready to collapse, and Jeannie at that point urged me to continue on without him. However, I said I wouldn't leave Maxus behind, and so helped him through the facility for a while.
"Things went from bad to worse later... Maxus and I were cornered near a door, and he had pushed me through, valuing my life over his own. I was forced to leave him behind as he held off the monsters as best as he could...
"The bomb was still ticking down as I finally cornered Jennifer. I couldn't see Jeannie anywhere, but I didn't care - that witch had to pay for what she had done. I aimed to fire at her with my cutter, and got her in the leg, knocking her down. I had then came over and demanded her to explain what the hell her problem was. But she just chuckled, before showing me a holovid..."
He had deliberately hid his face by this point as he spoke, trembling visible through his body as he went on. "...the holovid... it was Jeannie's last hours before she was maimed by the very monsters we were facing. All that time, I was unaware that she was dead... for all I know, she could have been one of the mutants I had gunned down while searching for her...
"I managed to escape and got far enough away to avoid getting caught in the bomb's blast. I had survived... and I was the only one who knew what had gone down there. My sister was dead... and I was haunted by her death... even now, I feel she's raging at me for sending her to that derelict facility to die..."
Arna's giddiness has died while Gears shared his story, she was emotionally moved. She then leans her head on his shoulder and pats his head.
"It's not your fault Gears. She'll be happy to know you're okay. I bet she'd even want you to be happy." She then takes her head off of Gear's shoulder and hugs him to ease his pain.
After the hug, she began to remember what she was going to tell Gears.
"Well.. While my story wasn't as tragic, I've got a lot to say. As you can tell I was born and raised in Jawaii. I had two parents and I was an only child. I was alone all my life really, both of my parents were too busy with work." She pauses briefly, trying to remember her life events.
"They never came to my soccer games, or my track runs. Really I was doing everything for myself at age ten. I had little friends, really the only two that were notable were Maya and Daniel. We were friends since grade school. They were the only two that accepted my tomboyish attitude and appreciated my style."
"You know.. They actually survived the apocalypse here.. But they became twisted.. Maya lead a tyranical army that would kill everything, Daniel became cynical and lost care for everyone but himself. They eventually hated me, wanted me out of their new worlds." She then scratches her head,
Arna pauses for a long time now, she is biting her lip now as she fiddles with her hands to try and fight off any emotion.
"I.. I had to kill them." She looks down in shame.
"I remember Daniel begged for mercy.. But I couldn't let him live.. He would have killed me.."
"Then Maya.. She was completely different, a monster of her previous self.. All her humor and heart, gone.. I had to finish her too.." Arna covers her eyes with her bangs, she keeps a tight expression, unwilling to cry.
"And now here I am.. Alone and lost in this world, wondering what to do next.. I'm almost twenty-six and I have no idea on what I want in life.. Hell, I'm not even sure I know myself any more."
Gears listened intently to Arna's story, remaining silent as she spoke. When she finished, he noticed how she too was also trying desperately to keep her tears from being shown.
"...to be honest, I think you had it worse," the ferret noted. "I only lost my sister and my team... you lost your friends and maybe even your entire birthplace." He wondered, for a moment, if maybe there might be some way to reverse all of this... but like Arna had explained, it was impossible.
The ferret smirked. "Hey, I don't intend on just leaving this place and ignoring the possibility of it coming back to bite me in the a**. Besides... if there's a way, I intend to find it. Can't fault me for that, right?"
Arna simply nods, then scratches her head in confussion.
"Thing is, I have no idea where this thing could even be.. The manikins spoke about it a lot.. but they only appear around souls and the manikins will be scared to even see me. so it's futile.." She then looks down in sadness.