Halfamoon day 2 - nature
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halfamoonTitle: The Balance of Nature
Zero had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to get out of this stupid mission. If she was going to get anywhere with her own goal, she was going to need to work out what had caused the balance of the forest to go wrong. Then she would have to restore it. Probably by killing somebody. Hopefully.
Restoring nature. It made her laugh. Maybe not with much humour in her voice but the irony brought a thin smirk to her lips. Freaks of nature trying to heal its balance. Undead abominations fighting each other.
Okay, so the last one was normal for her and her sisters.
At least none of this was her fault, whatever miss prissy pants Accord said. Lady Three was the crazy bitch who had adopted all these woodland animals and fey and cultists, and then forgotten about them all like some messed-up hoarder. Where did she think undeath, the world's gradual insanity in general, even came from?
Killing all of them would solve these kinds of problems in one fell swoop. But that would have to come later.
Fandom: Drakengard 3
Rating: PG-13/Gen
Warnings: major spoilers, swearing/coarse language
Characters: Zero, Three
Summary: The irony her sisters and herself trying to restore the balance of nature is not lost on her.
Word count: 184Zero had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to get out of this stupid mission. If she was going to get anywhere with her own goal, she was going to need to work out what had caused the balance of the forest to go wrong. Then she would have to restore it. Probably by killing somebody. Hopefully.
Restoring nature. It made her laugh. Maybe not with much humour in her voice but the irony brought a thin smirk to her lips. Freaks of nature trying to heal its balance. Undead abominations fighting each other.
Okay, so the last one was normal for her and her sisters.
At least none of this was her fault, whatever miss prissy pants Accord said. Lady Three was the crazy bitch who had adopted all these woodland animals and fey and cultists, and then forgotten about them all like some messed-up hoarder. Where did she think undeath, the world's gradual insanity in general, even came from?
Killing all of them would solve these kinds of problems in one fell swoop. But that would have to come later.
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Date: 2019-02-02 11:21 pm (UTC)