Startled by the sound of rustling in the bushes nearby, and still wobbly on her feel, Marble stumbles and trips over the bee mine.
They did not like that at all.
The bees erupt out of the mine and immediately set upon her, eliciting a shrill scream of pain before she just curls up into a ball, as is her normal response. Not that that deters the bees at all, and soon she’s scrambling on hands and knees, trying to get away.
A new day a new plan of ruining the lives of the humans on the Island. After setting up a small fire underneath a killer bee hive so the smoke was going up and sedating them, she began to dig out and around the base.
It was quick work and soon the hive was able to be gently pushed over into the hole, the bees sluggishly trying to react but seeing no threat, just a friendly moleworm doing her digging duty. One hive done, she moved to the next and began to repeat the steps.
She needed three hives hidden, then she’d make one large tunnel between them and create a massive beechamber of death for whatever poor souls obtained her ire. All that she had to do was lure them here somehow. Without spotting the other hives in the area.
Okay that part of the plan she was working on, for now she was just getting the traps set up. The rest would come in later when she needed to make it happen.
Upside-down spectre floats silently through the library, not particularly caring as several Elsen scurry out of its way in fear. It may not be a hero any longer, but it will not return to the part of a villain. It merely wants to be left alone, and so it goes out of its way to float around, shoo'ing the terrified beings from the upper hall.
Once everyone else is gone, it stops its movement and just floats, allowing itself to drift through the room at the guidance of a small draft coming from the stairwell.
Now where in the Darkness had their friend gone? They’d gone to sleep only to wake up and find Epsilon missing. Marble scowled as she trudged through the forest, gathering berries to keep them sustained until they could figure out how to eat meat without it hurting.
“Epsilon, ya dungring! We weren’t finished with ya yet.” She hmphs a little, justifying her friendship with it by reminding herself it wasn’t human, so it was okay to consider it an actual friend.
She didn’t know where it was. Time to fuck with her. Nyooming to another place, it calls out again. “Neeeeerd!”
The question, was she hearing things or was there someone calling her out?
“…Hm.” Keeping that in mind, she begins to look around her apartment, also checking out the windows just in case. God, it was just the beginning and she was already missing the peace. It would probably get worse from here on now.
"I... probably could have... survived that..." (nyoomingaddon)
But it was far too late anyway. Miki Sayaka was dead and her cycle of repetition was broken as a result. What would only be left would be this current timeline and the corpse with the appearance of the girl she used to be long ago. Perhaps, they could meet again one day.
I want the-"NO. I AM NOT DOING THIS. GET OUT OF HERE, MUN." (nyoomingaddon) ((i'M SORRY IT JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE MY HEAD))
8: Eyelid Kiss
A good word for this situation would be ‘how’ because… well, Epsilon wasn’t exactly human. It was some kind of hula hoop thing, so what would there be to kiss but that? Sayaka raised her eyebrow, seriously wondering if she had to do something like this. God knows how it would look.
But with not much choice left in mind, she leans in and… just places a kiss anywhere she could feel for. Considering it’s form, there wasn’t much place. That was a good try anyway.
“…There you go." This… was an odd experience, to say the least.